sore with
anguish about the raid and the settlers’ anger over her disappearance, Fancy
needed the strong assurance of her husband’s brother. She flung herself into
his arms.
Whether he understood all of her meanings with her flurry of
English words, he surely recognized the fear in her body and the need for him
to kiss her fright away.
He seized her lips. His fingers dug deep into her upper arms
as he crushed her against him. She tore at his hide shirt, so wild to be filled
by him.
He stripped her of her gown and gently followed her down to
her cot. In a flick of his wrist, he untied his breechcloth. His cock sprang
out, tall and rigid. A pearl of his seed formed on the tip and Fancy moaned as
she rubbed her thumb over the head. Was she craven to want the brother as much
as she desired her husband? They had given her a taste of loving by both of
them and now she was primed and needy enough to take whatever either man
offered.
White Hawk was as talented a lover as her husband, careful
with his hands and patient with his probing of her. That she knew. What she
learned this night was how he had starved for her for months when Bull Elk had
denied him the opportunity to fuck her.
“I need you,” he growled as he cupped her ripe breasts and
plucked her nipples. “I have been hard to have you for months. If you do not
wish to have me inside you, I will not. But I can do much to soothe you.”
Oh, this she knew. She flung herself wide upon the cot,
inviting him to play.
Grinning, he leaned over her and pulled her nipples to long
needy points. “Your breasts are bigger since you have suckled Blade. Your
nipples are darker. I will make them hard for me.”
She thought he meant to take them in his mouth, but no, he
straddled her in such a way that his impressive lance plunged up between her
heavy breasts. Pushing them together, he rocked himself between the swollen
globes, offering her the chance to lick his tip each time he came forth.
“That is not enough,” he cried out.
Smiling, she stroked his length. “I see. Let me love you.”
Once long ago, she had heard Collette describe how she had
taken her own husband’s penis in her mouth and sucked him to his release. In
her daydreams of being taken by White Hawk, she had often fantasized about
doing this to her husband’s younger brother. She had no idea if this was ever
done by women in the tribe for their mates, but this night, wild with fear for
her future with her husband gone from her on a raid, Fancy was crazy enough to
try.
White Hawk stilled as she pushed him to his back and when
she took him in her mouth, he threw an arm over his face and undulated to her
strong, rhythmic sucks. Fancy slung her legs over his, sitting astride him.
Then she slid lower and settled into the soft, subtle seduction of this man whose
duty it was to make her happy in her husband’s absence.
His skin was soft. Beneath, his length was rigid and she
loved laving him and feeling how she made him bigger. She tasted droplets of
his salty musk, the flavor of him rich and strong and intoxicating as May wine.
“My god, my god,” she murmured as she serviced his cock with her own ravishing
licks. “You are beautiful.”
This, she realized at once, she had said in Comanche.
In his own language, he replied, “I will pierce you. Give
you my seed. You will have my child. My son.”
As she gasped at the endearing desire of him to impregnate
her, he hauled her up over him so that her thighs spread wide. He rammed into
her with all the ferocity of a violent need. He found her tiny stone and
pinched her until she screamed her release.
As his hot jet filled her, she undulated beneath him. So
overcome with his ardor, so enraptured by his tenderness, she wrapped him close
and closer yet. To be so loved by two brothers astonished her. To love them
both in return astounded her. This was not the way of her past. Not the way of
the people who had nurtured her from infant to young woman. But
anguish about the raid and the settlers’ anger over her disappearance, Fancy
needed the strong assurance of her husband’s brother. She flung herself into
his arms.
Whether he understood all of her meanings with her flurry of
English words, he surely recognized the fear in her body and the need for him
to kiss her fright away.
He seized her lips. His fingers dug deep into her upper arms
as he crushed her against him. She tore at his hide shirt, so wild to be filled
by him.
He stripped her of her gown and gently followed her down to
her cot. In a flick of his wrist, he untied his breechcloth. His cock sprang
out, tall and rigid. A pearl of his seed formed on the tip and Fancy moaned as
she rubbed her thumb over the head. Was she craven to want the brother as much
as she desired her husband? They had given her a taste of loving by both of
them and now she was primed and needy enough to take whatever either man
offered.
White Hawk was as talented a lover as her husband, careful
with his hands and patient with his probing of her. That she knew. What she
learned this night was how he had starved for her for months when Bull Elk had
denied him the opportunity to fuck her.
“I need you,” he growled as he cupped her ripe breasts and
plucked her nipples. “I have been hard to have you for months. If you do not
wish to have me inside you, I will not. But I can do much to soothe you.”
Oh, this she knew. She flung herself wide upon the cot,
inviting him to play.
Grinning, he leaned over her and pulled her nipples to long
needy points. “Your breasts are bigger since you have suckled Blade. Your
nipples are darker. I will make them hard for me.”
She thought he meant to take them in his mouth, but no, he
straddled her in such a way that his impressive lance plunged up between her
heavy breasts. Pushing them together, he rocked himself between the swollen
globes, offering her the chance to lick his tip each time he came forth.
“That is not enough,” he cried out.
Smiling, she stroked his length. “I see. Let me love you.”
Once long ago, she had heard Collette describe how she had
taken her own husband’s penis in her mouth and sucked him to his release. In
her daydreams of being taken by White Hawk, she had often fantasized about
doing this to her husband’s younger brother. She had no idea if this was ever
done by women in the tribe for their mates, but this night, wild with fear for
her future with her husband gone from her on a raid, Fancy was crazy enough to
try.
White Hawk stilled as she pushed him to his back and when
she took him in her mouth, he threw an arm over his face and undulated to her
strong, rhythmic sucks. Fancy slung her legs over his, sitting astride him.
Then she slid lower and settled into the soft, subtle seduction of this man whose
duty it was to make her happy in her husband’s absence.
His skin was soft. Beneath, his length was rigid and she
loved laving him and feeling how she made him bigger. She tasted droplets of
his salty musk, the flavor of him rich and strong and intoxicating as May wine.
“My god, my god,” she murmured as she serviced his cock with her own ravishing
licks. “You are beautiful.”
This, she realized at once, she had said in Comanche.
In his own language, he replied, “I will pierce you. Give
you my seed. You will have my child. My son.”
As she gasped at the endearing desire of him to impregnate
her, he hauled her up over him so that her thighs spread wide. He rammed into
her with all the ferocity of a violent need. He found her tiny stone and
pinched her until she screamed her release.
As his hot jet filled her, she undulated beneath him. So
overcome with his ardor, so enraptured by his tenderness, she wrapped him close
and closer yet. To be so loved by two brothers astonished her. To love them
both in return astounded her. This was not the way of her past. Not the way of
the people who had nurtured her from infant to young woman. But
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